One moment in the warm sun,blue skies, a breeze through its fur. The next, steel coils pushing air outwards from its lungs razor fangs stabbing the body A descent into time's quicksand via your stomach.

A look backwards at me again, in seething contempt for my pompous values and speeches about sacred life.

And then onwards! onwards! beneath the brambles deep inside that hole you call home. The mouse digests within and you look coldly at the blackness about.